AN: I do not own these characters. They belong to Disney and although Disney has not used them in a while I still return them unharmed. I'm making no money off of this.

If you don't like slash, don't read. Kay?

P.S. The rating in this chapter is going up for certain thoughts by our lovely boys. Nothing too racy but just in case.

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Chapter 7

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Dean's POV

I knew I was seconds away from kissing Fulton again. I wanted to so badly but I wasn't sure if I should, after all he wasn't into guys. But standing there staring at him knowing we were in this room together until breakfast was torture, I knew I'd leave tomorrow either hating myself or in love and I really don't want to go through any pain that wasn't necessary.

I bit my lip and instead of kissing him, wrapped my arms around him in a hug instead, bringing our bodies a little closer. I thought he would pull away but instead he leaned into the embrace, making me smile.

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Fulton's POV

When Dean hugged me I could feel my skin burn pleasantly beneath his touch. I'd never had this kind of feeling before, let alone with another guy, Dean of all people. I leaned into him as little as I could, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Dean had always been someone I was drawn to, whether it was like the day we first met and fought or the day we became friends and the Bash Brothers, he's always been someone I just HAD to be near.

And now here we are in Adam's house and all I can think about is getting closer, wishing we could be as close as we were earlier in the living room but not wanting to make the first move, maybe because I was afraid he'd reject me.

I could see it now, I go to kiss him and Dean steps back a few feet and says the one thing that'll crush anyone, 'I thought we were just…friends.'

Yeah, that'd crush me.

More like shatter me.

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Dean's POV

I smiled a bit more when Fulton leaned into me and tightened the embrace a bit. I wish we could stay like that for the rest of our lives, together and close, just the way I'd like it.

I couldn't deny the fact that I did tend to go more for girls but with Fulton…let's just say Pamela Anderson could offer me four days together in a bed and I'd stay with Fulton and watch movies.

He's just…different as lame as that sounds. He's gorgeous but can't see it, kind, a hell of a hockey player, and the only guy on the team I could ever stand to room with. I'm jealous of him sometimes because even though he's a little self conscious around a crowd of people he can still smile and make an effort to be there for everyone. I on the other hand can never truly smile if I'm with people I don't know and I never try to help anyone unless I know they can eventually do something for me.

When we pulled out of the hug I knew I had two options. Kiss him and be kissed back or kiss him and pray he won't beat the hell out of me. I personally was hoping it'd be the former as I leaned down a little bit closer to him.

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Fulton's POV

I could hear my heart in my ears, as Dean looked at me then leaned down, bringing our lips a bit closer. Without thinking I leaned up a bit to meet him and smiled a bit when our lips touched.

Dean seems shocked at first and I was afraid he'd pull away but instead his arms tightened around me once again and I wrapped mine around him, standing chest to chest, praying that this wouldn't go wrong.

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Dean's POV

When Fulton closed the gap between us I was shocked to say the least. He's never done anything like that, been so forward with anyone and to be honest it was a slight turn on. As the kiss deepened and he didn't pull away I wanted to dance around I was so happy but then remembered that'd involve pulling away from him and that wasn't an option. Instead I stood in Banksie's guest room with Fulton in my arms, kissing, and loving every damn minute of it.

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AN: okay I personally didn't like this chapter too much but I had to post something. Hope it didn't suck too much.